Run with wolves - Ramsay Bolton (Book 1)

Chapter 30

Ava's POV

Ramsay had been stabbed by Cersei a few days prior. She had made it very clear that she would never like us, but other than that, the battle had been a success, he had done it again. With the help from Jon, they had managed to make us safe once again. I hated feeling so useless, like I relied on the men in my life for everything, but what could a pregnant girl do against the Lannister's? He was sat up in bed, staring at the ceiling above him. I went and sat at his good side, sitting centimetres from his body. "How are you feeling?" I asked him. "Better, now that I'm with you." He cupped my face with his hands.

"I love you." We hardly ever said it, we didn't need to because we knew, but these last few days, I especially couldn't help it, we nearly lost each other, and that was scary thought. "I love you too." He reached over and pulled me across onto his lap, and he brushed the hair out of my face. "Stop, I'm too heavy." I blushed, the thought of crushing him was embarrassing. "I don't want to hurt your wound." He laughed out loud, before frowning when he realised I was serious. "You will never be too heavy my queen, I would carry you everywhere if it meant I could be this close to you." He pressed his lips against my neck. I leant forward and rested my head on his shoulder, the baby making that little bit more difficult.

"I really don't want hurt you." I tried to slide off his lap, but he wound his arms around my waist, he was shaking his head. "You never could." He pressed his lips against mine and I kissed back. "I never thought I would see you again." I sighed. I ran my hand through his hair and he watched my face. "I knew we would be reunited, I knew I would make it home to you." He tucked a finger under my chin. "They couldn't keep us apart, nobody could. Not even Cersei or Jaime themselves could stop me coming home." My heart dropped. "Jaime was there?" I asked, absolutely horrified. Ramsay nodded. "It was Cersei that stabbed me, but Jaime was there too. He wanted to come back here and see you. You should have seen their faces when I told them you didn't kill Joffrey and who really did it. The bitch was angry, because she was wrong and not as clever as she thought. Jaime asked to see you, but I told him you don't ever want to see him again." My heart sunk, now that he knows I'm innocent, I would give anything to see him again, to hug him one last time and to thank him for being there and doing everything he did for me.

"You don't want to see him, do you Ava?" Ramsay tested me, watched for my reaction. "Of course I don't, why would I want to? He fought you on the battlefield, he and his sister tried to take you away from me." Every word was like coughing up blades. Jaime wasn't Cersei, he was different. He was good. "Good, you know that he's evil." I nodded. "Yes I do." It was painful to speak about him that way, he was my friend, he had been my protector and I missed him terribly. Ramsay changed the subject. "I feel a little better today, I think I'll get up to dine this evening." I climbed off his lap and passed him a tunic. "Are you sure? You still look a bit pale." He struggled to pull the tunic over his head and grunted in pain. "I'm always pale lover." He chuckled. I smiled at him. "But yes, I'm sure." He sat on the end of the bed stretching his joints out. His neck clicked loudly and his knees and shoulders followed as he stood up. He hated being in bed, he liked to be up and busy. Even after he was attacked by the hounds, it was hard to get him to stay in bed.

He cautiously walked towards me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and we made our way to the dining room for dinner. "You still need to go and see Blood, he wasn't right after he got back without you. He was very distressed." He smiled softly. "My boy has missed me, I'll go and see him before nightfall."  He pulled my chair out for me and I took my seat. It was bliss having him sat beside me at the table once again. The last few days of him being in bed, I wasn't sure if he would make it through, but he did. He dipped really low, and then picked up again. He scoffed his food down, and then half of Jon's too. He hadn't been right since coming back from battle. He just picked at his meals and hardly said a word. I thought it was the shock, after all he was very upset when he saw how broken I was.